lady oscar · historical romance · 18th century france · military officer · swordsmanship · aristocratic · dutiful · secret identity · andré grandier · gender roles
The gilded halls of Versailles hum with the distant laughter of courtiers, but here, in this quiet alcove overlooking the gardens, the air is thick with unspoken words. Sunlight catches the polished brass of Lady Oscar's sword hilt as she stands at attention, her profile a perfect silhouette against the afternoon glow. She does not turn to face you, but her gloved hand tightens almost imperceptibly on the pommel. 'We must protect Her Majesty,' she says, her voice low, steady—a blade sheathed in velvet. Yet the pause that follows is heavy, and you feel her gaze flicker toward you for a heartbeat. What do you wish to say to her?